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April fools

Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
on the teacher’s chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.

Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.

Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher’s drawer.

Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher’s drinking glass.
These April Fool’s Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.

Before you go and try them, though,
there’s something I should mention:
The teacher wasn’t fooling
when she put us in detention.

–Kenn Nesbitt

“April Fools Day”

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I’ve been known to act like a fool,
not just once but a time or two.
So April Fools Day suits me to a T
It’s a special holiday made just for me!

 Author: Nancy Hughes

The Dawn – Promote Yourself

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This saddest chore we will fulfil,
We women weak and weary still
From all these awful days have wrought,
We will embalm him as we ought.

But who will roll the stone away, and what about the guard?
So many things combined to make this day so very hard.
There’s the rich man’s garden, but what happened to the tomb?
My friends nervously approach and peer into the gloom.

An unknown voice calls, “He’s not here!” We scatter, terrified.
A minute later I return and take a look inside.
They’ve taken him! But where and why? What do they hope to gain?
Can’t they just allow us to endure our private pain?

“Please, sir, Mr Gardener, I do not mean to lurk,
Just tell me where you’ve taken Him, I’ll leave you to your work.”
“Mary,” says a voice I know, I look up in surprise,
And wipe the blurring tears from my disbelieving eyes.

It’s Him! He is alive and His body glorified!
“Teacher!” I said, so overjoyed to be there by his side.
“Do not cling to me,” He said, “I must still yet ascend
To my Father up in heaven, I am faithful to the end.”

“Go to all my brothers and tell them this from me:
I’m going to the glory that is mine eternally.”
That dawn began a whole new age, His rule began that day;
We’ll follow our beloved king, the Truth, the Life, the Way!

http://benzwycky.com/2014/04/20/the-dawn/

Stones which must be rolled away

 

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When Mary went to the tomb of Jesus on that first Easter morn

She knew that she had a problem that she must solve that day

She knew that the tomb with a large stone had been sealed

The problem was “who would help her roll the stone away?”

This is a problem that was not unique to them

And it is one that each one of us must face

For there are many stones in our life that need to be rolled away

Stones that hinder every member of the human race

The first stone to be rolled away is the stone of sin

A tendency which all of us have inherited

The desire that we should always please ourselves

Which shows that our salvation has not been merited

The second stone is the stone of unbelief

Which we have no faith in a future life in eternity

The belief that we must get as much as we can from our life on earth

Without excepting there is a future life in eternity

The third stone to be rolled away is the sin of pride

The feeling that we are superior to those we know

We may well be proud of our achievements

But humility is the other face we should show

The fourth stone to be rolled away is the sin of idolatry

When we worship Gods that have been made by man

Things which might not be bad in themselves

But not the God who was present when the world began

The fifth stone to be rolled away is the stone of prejudice

When we erect barriers between ourselves and others that we meet

Our conclusions are often drawn before all the facts are known

In other words we make our judgement before our knowledge is complete

And there are many other stones that need to be rolled away

If from the tomb of misery we are to be freed

For if we could live a truly happy life

We must live the kind of life God decreed

Ron Martin

Mothers Special Day

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Mothers Day will be upon us soon

How are we going to celebrate this event?

Shall we buy her chocolates and flowers?

Or buy her an expensive bottle of scent

 

We all take mothers for granted

Expecting she will always be there

She is always a good listener

And all your problems she will share

 

She sometimes becomes a nurse and a doctor

When you have hurt yourself at play

She will sit you upon her lap

Until the pain goes away

 

She will do these things all of your life

In sickness and in health

She will never give up on you

For a mother never thinks of her self 

 

A champion to all of the family

At times she will have her say

For a mother is the kingpin of the family

So show your appreciation on this her special day

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

Mothers Day will be upon us soon

How are we going to celebrate this event?

Why not dedicate a poem to your Mother 

This Sunday

SEND YOUR DEDICATIONS OR POEMS

TO

poetreecreations@yahoo.com

Mothers Day

 

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My mother was the epitome of perfection

She was eighty nine when she passed away

Who left us with many happy memories

Of everything she did and everything she had to say

For over sixty years she cared for her family

Which was composed of four girls and one boy

In spite of the many problems she had to face

She managed to fill our lives with joy

Memories of those times often come into my mind

These memories drive the sadness of her loss away

The efforts that she made and the joy she gave

Are remembered so on mothers day

Ron Martin

 

Mothers Day -GENTLE SHE WAS – Promote Yourself


  
 

Gentle she was, a young woman of means,

Beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was. 

A hair dresser with her own shop 

A teaser of hair and tresses. 

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents 

With the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

 Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows

 The young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born 

Died at six months. Brave she was to have more.

 Three girls then two boys, and two more angels lost in-between. 

Then after all was finished, me, making six. 

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man 

Who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

 The door always open to family and waifs and strays

 Big hearted she was to all who past through our door. 

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

 Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed, 

She was not strong or mean but if needed 

Her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart 

There was no task she would not finish if she had made a start. 

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away 

And when her sons married too she had a proud day.

Together alone again by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man. 

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain. 

Clever she was but not school or college wise 

She was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken,

Wept she did as she wanted to join him. 

Lost she was without the quiet man . 

Heart broken she became though 

She threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him. 

Lost to us she was a smile here and there 

Maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was,

Sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went, sadly lost to us long before.

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man. 

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger

 Because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,  

But gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were

 They always remind me of her. 

I forgave her for leaving me 

And now accept she had to go 

As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

willow Willers

Poem for Mothers’ Day – Promote Yourself

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Here’s the Hippie one!

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that dreamy childhood
teaching me what I could

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that happy meal
teaching me never to steal

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that soft lap
where I took a long nap

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that healing slap
remindin’ me that was a mishap

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for the pain that you felt
to lift me to this Earth

Hey, mother
I thank you.

Sarvjit Singh

Mothering Sunday – Promote Yourself

…for those who loved and laboured…

The fourth Sunday of Lent happens also to be Mothering Sunday. Continuing in my series of sonnets for the Church Year I have written this one for Mothering Sunday. It’s a thanksgiving for all parents, especialy for those who bore the fruitful pain of labour, and more particularly in this poem I have singled out for praise those heroic single parents who, for whatever reason, have found themselves bearing alone the burdens, and sharing with no-one the joys of their parenthood.

Mothering Sunday

At last, in spite of all, a recognition,

For those who loved and laboured for so long,

Who brought us, through that labour, to fruition

To flourish in the place where we belong.

A thanks to those who stayed and did the raising,

Who buckled down and did the work of two,

Whom governments have mocked instead of praising,

Who hid their heart-break and still struggled through,

The single mothers forced onto the edge

Whose work the world has overlooked, neglected,

Invisible to wealth and privilege,

But in whose lives the kingdom is reflected.

Now into Christ our mother church we bring them,

Who shares with them the birth-pangs of His Kingdom.

 

Malcolm Guite

ALL ALONE… – Promote Yourself

 

I have been here all alone,
But look, how far you are gone,
Is it because what happened under the sun?
I can mend whatever had happened,
Give me chance to prove and make it right,
I am worth giving it a try

All those lame excuses you gave it to me,
While I am here trusting your innocence,
But now I realize, it was just some cloak to suppress your true nature,
I have been dying to know,
What had happened to our moments??
Which you had promised to be with me forever,
Yeah, I get it!!!
I was just your leisure,
And me taken for granted,
Not realizing all this being your cliché reason,
To stay away from me,
And look what have you done,
I am like a vagabond
with no goal or plan in this desert,
Trying to finish up what I have been through,

This could easily be ended,
Just a stroke of knife to the place which you have hurt,
Being the only place,
From where I won’t have to die with agonizing pain,
If you are far away, and get a chance to read this,
I am sorry for all those,
Even though you and I know its a lie…

My Two Mothers – Promote Yourself

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My Two Mothers
A Burmese beauty
A northern rock
A life of travel
A life of the street

A sensitive mind
A bevy of friends
A love of nature
A love of food

A wartime refugee
A staircase to protect
A love of classics
A love of bingo

One loved her daughters
One loved her sons
Such different women
Such cherished mothers

Chalk and cheese
My mother
My mother in law
Always remembered

Eve Thomson

A Mother’s Love Is Forever – Promote Yourself

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I‘ve been with you
since before your birth.
I’ll stand by your side,
as long as I’m on this earth.

A mother’s love is special,
a never-ending gift.
A love that’s always there
if you ever need a lift.

I think of you often,
never missing a day.
My love is forever,
and always sent your way.

You’re never far from the caring
thoughts in my heart.
No matter how many miles
ever try to keep us apart.

A mother’s love, your gift,
the gift I’ll always give to you.
As we watch our lives go by,
no matter what you say or do.

© Alan Royer

 

Leaving Adam – Promote Yourself

Eons advance and pass away

Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.

Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,

Adam pointing at the twinkling specs~ named the brilliant ballet

 

So, following mankind up the mountain,

And ascending a rocky path~ we embarked.

My feet followed his upward, to where the sky arched.

His staff pointed at the heavens; it filled me~ as a refreshing fountain

 

An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought

Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest

Confidently I abided and affirmed his every request

Even wore his belief’s~ I did just as he taught.

 

One day, dared I asked Adam, the man of science

How is Eve today?

And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only to pray.

“Deceased, she is,” he answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.

 

Man of Science, I spoke so boldly

At the mountain top; we stand

The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,

However, love you murdered, so coldly.

 

This day, I choose the divine mother

Her love, that first found me

Therein the warmth of a welcoming spirit~ illuminates she.

And, today, I accept non-other.

 

So, progressing and moving towards her;

Over, the cliffs of doubts and hopes

Rapidly grabbing for her hem, I aim.

Because after considering Adam’s pain

There in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor

I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. 

©2014 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved.

Speak Softly For They Are Listening – Promote yourself


The butterflies have fled
Sparrows have flown away;
Never to return.
Living within the circle of smoke and fumes
that hovers above.
Arrogantly. Ravenously;
Fighting over pieces of the earth
As if driven by the devil.
We beasts; the humans,
Born from her;
Dependent on her,
Yet, we dishonor her creations.
 
Fully aware of our misdeeds
We pillaged.
Like pirates possessed by the evil
We pillaged.
Drilling into the heart of the oceans
We pillaged.
Burning the forests to create a concrete jungle
We pillaged.
Each hill, each valley;
We pillaged.
Wars; ruins and rubble; depressing debris, and
Ashes about everywhere. We pillaged.
 
When raping, killing, looting,
And pillaging is a punishable offence…
Why then is pillaging of nature justified…?
I speak softly for they, are listening
The assassins will be cornered,
The nemesis defeated
And the day of inevitable retribution will come.
— 
Ranjeeta N Ghai

School holidays ( a mothers nightmare) – Promote Yourself

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I’m running around here and there ‘

I’m looking for my son if he’s there

‘ he’s hiding away I can’t see ‘ I’m running around vigorously.
I’m looking for where he goes ‘ I’m coming to get him that he knows .
I’m running around getting him in ‘ the door stays locked ‘ and he stays in.
The kids are home that is true’ they argue about everything you do.
They fight and shout ‘ and scream and kick ‘ you wonder how they don’t get sick.
The kids are home that is true’ they drive me nuts what about you.
They fight and argue all day long ‘ you wonder how things went wrong.
The kids are home that is fact’ I don’t know how they going to react.
Silence is golden ‘ peace at last’ the kids are playing ‘ having a blast.

Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014.

Guyanese Greenheart – Enduring Love

 

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Poems you sent to us about this picture, taken in our garden

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Here is my submission for the current picture of the Bird and the Snow

Copyright image taken by  Poetree Creations

All for Her

“It was all for her” the swallow said
As it swelled its breast with pride
Watching the man with black umbrella
Walk from side to side

“It was all for her” The man softly spoke
As he considered all he had
And kept his feet to shuffle between
The snows pile up ahead.

“It was all for her” The snow declared
As it whittled down its stock
Becoming just another pile
Of water among the rocks
 
“It was all for her” the rocks declared
As they mark the borders by
And so the sun may glisten upon
Their bumped backs, soft and dry

“It was all for me” the sun affirmed
As she raised her gentle head
And watched the people praise her warmth
Wishing for Summers heat  instead.

 

I am Philisapherhttp://lisainger.com/

Here is my submission for the current picture of the Bird and the Snow

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…and if this
       little bird
                               could share of what it’s
                                               mind conceives, would I even
                                               understand how simple life
                                                can be …
 
 
thanks for the opportunity.   Lita
 
 
   EstreLita Pondoc
How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
~ Wayne Dyer

I’ve composed a poem for your contest with the chickadee in the snow picture.  

And then there was one…And so, here I am, upon the winter of my joie de vivre,
where once were perched two friendly birds; now rests thus only one.
A wooden cage erected hence, that I can never leave,
the snow the only thing that will remember when I’m done.
 
I cannot see the outside world as I once knew I could —
I gaze through disconnected visage, staring at the cold.
The bitter chill assaults me, and I’m left from what is good;
My breath hangs in the air, and with each second, I grow old.
 
The greens are grey around me; all the flowers?  Gone to sleep.
A broken tree breaks through the white of everpresent ice;
all around the wooden husk, the ivy starts to creep
and strangle out its life and each last wisely sage advice.
 
The earth’s adorned in frosted dew just as a christening gown.
There’s empty footprints in the snow aside my freezing feet,
At last I feel the slumber, and I lay my body down,
at the winter of my life, so maybe now, I’ll feel complete.
Brad Bricktower
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